Skeletons. Shadows move
deep inside, and the songs:
Heard before; wry and wrong
Leperwoman strikes again:
Weary Drunk Antichrist
No Remorse in this house
as the dead kiss the living in the neck
and seasons change- do I thrust myself?
Talking to myself cause
no surprises to come
Queen/Clown cling to the old
words and thoughts on repeat
I'll destroy everything
beat myself up again- with grace
I take it back. No I don't!
Shut my mouth.
I take it back. No(w)
Go to sleep...
Seasons change- they will do with or without me
That's ok, I don't need no camouflage
and maybe there's something new to come?